This is a song about "Magic at the mall"

Call that magic, and while these lames at it, wishing that they had it

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

When i get that 10 racks nigga we gone hit the mall

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

I like to use the word like magic.

Ball so hard can sneak through the security at the mall

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

Hit the mall up gotta spend some other dough

I also have a cutie to call

I do pacsun like the store in the mall

Killing these niggas off quick

At the mall like try my dick

So sleep peacefully, while i work my magic the scene is graphic

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick